# Everybody’s wearing the same jacket as I am. Different models, same brand.
# Fuck off out of my way.
# I haven’t even stopped to think about the year 2004
# At least no one died
# Stop. whistling.
# Do these people ever read before they post?
# Stop. giggling.
# I’m so tired
# Still haven’t written about Brussels and Dingle
# Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.
# I wish I was smarter. I wish I’d gone to university.
# Stop thinking like that.
# There are things you can’t write about. But then you could write about not being able to write about them. Etc. etc. etc.
# I suppose it’s all champagine and caviar now
# When am I going to learn something again?
# Stop. drumming. fingers.
# No, I DON’T know how Irish phone districts work. Or switchboards.
# Is that B. in the background?
# I’m always going to miss John
# If I had a baseball bat, I’d like to smash it through your head. Whoever you are. I can’t see you on the other side of the train
# I like building communities, as long as I don’t have to take part.
# You make me laugh. Happy.
# I really need to pay off those bills.
# That’s great. But what’s it about?
# No, but I’d like some.
# He said ‘if’. That probably means no.
# I need to see a doctor.
# I wouldn’t miss them.